There are thousands of paths in the world, everyone has everyone's helplessness, and everyone has everyone's way of living.

In this world, anyone can do without it.

But this Crescent Lake, without him, Qin Shuyu just can't do it.

He has made himself the patron saint of this green state.

And the people in this green state think so.

This is the path he chose, and this is how he spoke.

Dongluo stood in the moonlight and looked back, in the shadows of the trees, Qin Shuyu was already drunk, as long as the world didn't bother him, he wouldn't ask about the world.

In this way, he also lived himself as he hated the most.

It's just that Dongluo has nothing but respect for this old man who instructed him in imperial arts.

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The compilation of the history of Loulan is still continuing, when the biography of Qin Shuyu is written, Xue Nianci's pen has been hanging on the paper for a long time, and she still doesn't know how to put it down, and finally sighed, "You don't live up to the country, it's the country that loses you." ”

Xue Nianci placed it at the top of the seventy-two biographies of the history of Loulan, and everything contained in it was as Qin Shuyu said, without adding a word or subtracting a word.

Xue Nianci wrote only eight words at the end of Qin Shuyu's biography, "a very human minister, the important weapon of the country", to evaluate the first half of his life in fresh clothes and angry horses.

As for the end of the volume, it is "worthy of the sky, and not the earth", which is regarded as his general comment in the entire history of Loulan.

The land area of Loulan Kingdom is not large, not much larger than Yunzhong County, plus the influence of geographical factors, it is destined that there will not be many people in Loulan Kingdom, plus not everyone can go down in history, Dongluo and Zhang Baigui Dahei were busy for a few days, and all the materials needed by Xue Nianci were completed.

After completing the materials, Da Hei and Zhang Baigui took the lead in leaving, and now most of the forces in the Temple of Death are in the territory of Chen State, and Fan Zeng is active under his nose, before Dongluo arrives in Chen State, or before he has a head-on conflict with Fan Zeng, Da Hei needs to make overall plans, so as not to have any changes in the middle.

If there is really a head-on conflict, then Chen Bing's 100,000 troops on the extremely northern steppe are their biggest reliance, so Zhang Baigui, as the commander of the army, has to go to the army, recruit troops, and buy horses first...... Expand this reliance to the maximum, so that no catastrophe will come and chaos will be in place.

A few days later, seeing that Xue Nianci had nothing he could do to help, Dongluo also began to go north.

However, before leaving, he went to Crescent Lake to drink with Qin Shuyu again, and he didn't talk about anything, only drank, but unfortunately, he was still not drunk this time.

He really wants to take Qin Shuyu to the extreme north and pull his thief ship, he doesn't need to think about it to know, if he wants to take over Chen Guo completely, there will be a confrontation between him and Fan Zeng sooner or later, Fan Zeng's power in Chen State is now deep-rooted, if the result of the confrontation is that he uproots Fan Zeng's tumor from the land of Chen State, then Chen Guo must also be seriously injured, and then he needs a talented person like Qin Shuyu to quickly fill those vacancies, so as to avoid the regeneration of Chen Guo and turmoil. It's a pity that Qin Shuyu is determined to stay here, defend the green state in this desert, and let him say whatever he wants

The sky was falling, but he was still unmoved, and Dongluo had to give up and no longer persuade each other.

The only thing Dongluo can do is to accompany him for a few more drinks before leaving.

As for the two black and three black, they still have a lot to learn from Xue Nianci, so they continue to stay here to assist Xue Nianci in completing the closing work of Loulan History.

Along the way, Dongluo picked some inaccessible places to go, and he also thought that in these undiscovered places, he should be able to meet some lonely sand bandits, so that he could do some good things, but he didn't expect Zhang Baigui to do things so desperately, Sha is seen a lot, but the bandits have not seen half of them.

This is the first time that Dongluo feels that it is so difficult to do good deeds.

Since it is too difficult to do good deeds, the bored Dongluo has to study the boxing method all the way, the boxing of the training body in the surrounding army, under the guidance of the breeze, he has understood the fist intent, and fights with various machine armor every day in Lingdu, it can be said that the three fists of the husband battle have been fully understood by him, and he has long been able to achieve the integration of three punches, one punch in one type, but the others are a little unsatisfactory.

Five-style boxing, seven-style knife techniques, and nine-star flashing arrows have been practiced over and over again, but they have never obtained their essence, but they have been practicing for so many years, and they have not obtained it, so it doesn't matter.

Sometimes, he would have a bad taste, and after shooting the feather arrow forward, he would leap into the arrow at great speed, and then take a sharp breath, and the arrow would fly, and his hands would slash around, and he would shout "Fly!

Sometimes under the cool moonlight of thousands of miles of people, he will also unscrupulously shout or abuse, scolding Chen Batian, Fan Zeng, Shaohao's Huaxu, and sometimes even Yi Tianji and Zhou Tianzi have to take out a few words to scold, so that his heart will be comfortable. Sometimes he misses many people and many things, but unfortunately the people he thinks about are not around him, and the things he thinks about cannot be changed.

On this day, the sun was a little too scorching, even if his body was already very strong now, he also felt a little hot and unbearable, and he was like drinking hot tea and burning his throat. Walking in the desert with a dry mouth and noisy tongue can be regarded as one of the ascetic practices, but later in order to change the status quo, Dongluo came up with a new way of doing it, directly urging the cold qi in the body, condensing into a piece of extreme ice above his head, and marching on his head.

Along the way, the ice melted into water, like rain, leaving a rain in the ground.

Many small animals buried deep in the sand thought that it was raining heavily, and they just wanted to come out and have a good time, but they didn't expect to show up just now, and they were forced back by the scorching sun, so they could only hide in the shade of the sand dunes and complain about watching the winter fall, and scolded the dead liar in their hearts.

Dongluo didn't realize it, still walking with ice on his head, and when the ice melted almost enough, he urged the aura in his body to recreate another piece.

It's just that the extreme ice is already the ultimate ice in the world, and even under the scorching sun, it doesn't melt much faster. One piece is more than enough.

When encountering some sand dunes that are a little taller, Dongluo puts the extreme ice at his feet, puts his hands behind his back, and his eyes are deep, like a master

Skating on the ice like a style, but sometimes the sandboarding skills are really not good, several times just after the start of the fall, directly fell over the dog gnawing mud! head on the ground, rolled down along the sand dune. He had reached the bottom of the dunes, and the Extreme Ice had only arrived too late.

Maybe it was because he felt that the fall was too painful, the style was too ugly, or he felt that the dignified Peiyuan Realm Great Cultivator actually fell to his death, and it was said that it made people laugh, so he had to sit on the ice and slide down, which was a lot more stable and less embarrassing.

In the desert, the scorching sun during the day has nothing to do with the night, except for the rain, everything dares to fall in the sky, sometimes hail, sometimes snow, and even worse, one night it rained two people, covered in blood, as if they were fighting for something, the two looked at Dongluo, as if they felt that his poor cultivation, don't freeze to death in this desert, even if God opens his eyes, he can still grab things from them, so the two directly ignored him, and flew away again.

Winter falls for a while, and I don't know whether to feel happy or sad.

After the two of them had become small white dots on the horizon, Dongluo couldn't help but look up to the sky and sighed: "What can Lao Tzu be born with! Lao Tzu also wants to fly to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun." ”

If a cultivator wants to fly in the sky, he can only do it by cultivating to the innate realm, but the cultivators of the innate realm are all the backbone of the major forces, and there are not many people on the mountain who are really fighting on weekdays. Winter is still far away!

However, according to Dugu Yunyu, above Kyushu, some people are born congenital, and if you think about it in winter, this is a bit terrible, born congenital, it should be worse than the heavenly favorites on the Shenzhou continent who make Zhou Tianzi look down on it!

After the two of them left completely, Dongluo was a little afraid in his heart, but the ghost hand said that someone in Changshengtian had taken the order to kill him, and he was on guard along the way, but fortunately it wasn't those two, if it was, he could only run.

The four congenital realms, as long as you are not from the latter two realms, you have the strength to fight, of course, it is a miserable victory, after all, the gap between the acquired and the innate is really big, and your own background is not enough to fill the gap.

This is Li Muyuan's words.

If you come to the two realms of the congenital and posterior realms, you can run as fast as you can! I really can't run, every Qingming Festival, I will toast you with a glass of wine.

This is also Li Mu's original words, so angry that Dongluo almost drugged his wine, and then threw him in the stable, and locked him up for a few days and nights with those mares in heat.

It's just that the thought that he might also be locked up in the same place for a year and a half afterwards made him reluctant to give up.

When other cultivators practice, they can only run one kind of Dao method, because each Dao method aura runs in the meridians is different, if you run two Dao methods at the same time, it is inevitable that there will be a rush in the body, and the aura will be turbulent.

But Dongluo has no such scruples, and the meridians that "Yijin Jing" runs are his secret in Longmen

The territory reopened, if his body is compared to the earth, the route of the "Tao Sutra" is the original fixed river, and the route of the "Yijin Sutra" is a new river, the two run, each in its own way, do not interfere with each other, but the same way, and finally the aura and internal qi grow respectively, and return to the same dantian sea.

Practicing in this way is not a blessing for half the effort. But the matter of cultivation, after all, is to take a long road, a shortcut for a time is not a shortcut for a lifetime, if you want to go further, after all, you still have to rely on four words, down-to-earth.

Early in the morning, Dongluo woke up from his practice, looked up at the rising sun, and said to himself: "As the old saying goes, one hard work, one harvest." ”

Then he muttered in a low voice: "But the old saying also says that people are not rich without windfall, and horses are not fertile without night grass." This ancient man has said a lot of good truths, but he likes to slap his face while talking. ”

Dongluo stood up and stretched his waist and said: "To sum up, cultivation is to have a windfall, and night grass must be eaten, but at the same time, don't forget to work hard, so that you can go a long way." If you talk like me, you won't be slapped in the face. ”

Dongluo turned his head to look at a thin old monk in a robe and bast shoes on the sand dunes in the distance, staring at the Zen ascetic who suddenly appeared in the middle of the night last night. Buddhism is divided into Zen and Esoteric, while Zen Buddhism is mostly ascetic. Rao is the winter fall who has always had a good impression of Buddhism, and in this wild place, he suddenly saw a Zen ascetic, even if he looked kind, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

There are monks with benevolent eyebrows and good intentions, and there are monks who do all kinds of evil.

You can't look at people.

That's what the Bodhisattva said!

Who knows if he is a monk killer sent by Immortal Heaven.

Dongluo didn't dare to gamble, but it was his life to lose.

And he can really live for a long time.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~